Hey bop a ree bop
The kraken wakes
You lose it here
You're in a world of hurt
A world of fakes
Hey bop a ree bop
Quilombo narcopolis
Testify before the grand jury
About the comin' of kohoutek
I'm flyin' higher than kohoutek

Will be tomorrow
At least I don't have to think
At the cliffs of insanity
I'm in the midst of a flabbalanche
Booked into the pumpatorium
With a trucklod of bazookas
Under moonrock shelter
Sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy

(CHORUS):
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
And it's goin' down fast

Givin' birth to a twenty-two-pound flaming porcupine
My brain talks too loud, I'm a crowd
Moved down to cancer alley, y'know it's been four years
With my weapons at hand
Victim of tyrannicide
My bellybutton's been puckering and puckering
And un-puckering and puckering and un-puckering All fucking day
Yeah, you know, you know
It feels mighty fine
To give birth to a twenty-two-pound porcupine